This is real talk. This is the talk that everyday while the world is parading about their accomplishments, I am smoking myself to death So i don't feel and think about everything that I hate about myself. The moment that I sat face to face with my brother and he asks me what's wrong when he has not seen me in two and a half years and has never once mentioned my mentality. When even he can see through my Vail as if the walls I built up broke down. When is it that we wake up and smile about the life we have. Cause I wake up and all I can do is think about everything else I should have done with my time. When will I wake up and everything be fine. When will I spread the curtains and look out and be happy with the outside world. When will the outside world look back at me and see the person that I try so hard to be.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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